Her tunic bathed in the days work,
Has remnants of spittle,
Colours of spat medicine and blood,
Her eyes – brown and beautiful,
Tired and distant,
Tell a tale of solitude
The horizon doesn’t want to see,
Accompanied only by
An accusing public,
She keeps her tears private
For the drug addicts and forgotten
Children of tomorrow,
Their personality disorders never
Once mentioned in parliamentary quarters
Where ‘the vote’ is never won
For the mentally ill.
And she knows she’ll die a death
In time far away from her home.
Her sisters tunic
Has the stale smell of vomit,
The urine making representations
In conflict with the outpourings of
A Sunday Dinner for the elderly,
And as she beckons understanding
Arriving home from another shift,
Her brown eyes are filled with tears
For the suppression of active minds upon
The Care Homes of Great Britain,
Today, she fled in horror her soul
From the Sisters of the UK,
Who made sure their portfolio
Took every pill needed to tranquilize
And sedate an affected gait of saliva – drooling
From half open mouths of
World War Two Veterans and a people
Who survived buzz bombs,
She sat by the bed of
A veteran of The Royal Tank Regiment,
And soothed him
As he begged for her to give
Him his death long awaited
Since nineteen forty-five,
Alas, as African it is not within her power.
My wife from The Dark Continent
Cried a thousand tears
Upon my shoulder for the pain
Our elderly - thrust in homes endure,
And I cried too – the neglect
The British exhibit upon themselves,
Their fathers, grandfathers sacrifice
Meaning nothing once they are infirm,
And I am wondering as her shoulders
Vibrate a conclusion while tears
Drop to the floor;
What are the English League Defending,
When we don’t want to look after our own.
Michael J Waite 13th April 2017.
Thu 13th Apr 2017 13:08
This shines through with loss of hope and faith and is as accurate as life itself is appalling when faced with the unpleasant truths we all live alongside , mainly choosing not to see, unless fate guides us along those personal trails.
Heartfelt and moving.
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